I was right outside Alaskas doom with the director. My hands were shaking as we walked in silence. Slowly the director opened the door to her room.
The room was dark. Alaska looked up in a hunched position and weakly smiled. The director did not smile back.
"Washington here is going to show you your armor" The director nodded and immediately walked off, as if he was on edge.
"What's up with him?" She asked. Her head tilted, like it does when she asked a question. Honestly, I thought I was adorable.
"He's the director. What do you think?" I chuckled.
I grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet. Her weight was way lighter then I expected and she flew into me. I caught her but I fell back. I hit my head on the side of a wall, creating a large boom. My vision started to blur yet I shook my head and it cleared.
Right in on top of me was Alaska, looking down at me. Her striking eyes were filled with concern.
"Hey, are you ok?" She brushed my hair back with her fingers. Tingles spread from her fingers to every square inch of my body.
"Hey, are you ok?" She asked again, a little more worried. Suddenly, she realized she was on top of me, and scrambled up. Slowly I sat up and rubbed my head. The pain was almost all gone.
"Yeah. I'm fine." I stood up and started walking towards the door. She followed. I could see a glimmer of anticipation in her eyes and she quickly followed.
I turned left into the locker room. There, hanging on a rack, was a set of White and Navy Blue Mark-IV armor. A little tag dangled from it. Alaska walked up to it and turned the tag over.
"You are going to need this - Director" she read aloud. She looked back at me with excitement.
"Go put it on!" I chuckled as she ran off and took her armor.
After a while of clanks and snaps and asking "you ok?" For about 15 minutes, she walked out. The armor fit like a glove, shiny white with Navy blue stripes.
"You look...g-good!" I stuttered out.
"Thanks. It's way lighter then I exp-" she stopped and seemed to stiffen. In 10 seconds, the director walked in.
"I'm starting to think that armor is too good for you." The director had no joy in his voice. He was serious.
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Rampant
FanficAgent Alaska is the new recruit for the secret, rigorous project freelancer. But she doesn't know that yet. In an orphanage, surrounded by others, she was told on her 16th birthday she would go where her big sister went, Carolina. Her 16th birthday...
